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He visited Nora and her husband in Connecticut, and when she came down for a day's shopping she often tel- ephoned him and the} had luncheon to- gether, a pleasant interim for her in a day of bUYIng cotton underpants for the little boys, or chairs, or chintz. Today was like a party. Lewis had just informed her that he was going to be married the next day, and the two golden Martinis disappeared in amiable toasts. "What's her name? " Nora asked. " Ma " ry. "I knew it was!" Nora said. And indeed she had somehow known. "I drink to Mary's reforming your horrid habit of reading in the bathtub." "How did you know I did?" "The last time you visited us I found 'Memoirs of a Midget' all damp, and smelling like '47] l' soap. That's what Inatrimony's like," she warned him.. "a highly developed form of espionage. Are you sure you want to go in for it? You know, I'm really desperately jealous. If there ever was one, I thought you were the perennial bachelor. I wanted you for myoId age, as a comfort." He grinned anew, secret grin he never had had before, and she watched hiln and smiled, too. The shad roe, when it came, was tiny. N ' ., h ora s mornIng s s op- ping had made her rav- enous, and three bites for Lewis, four for her, and the plates were empty. He pushed away his green salad. "You don't want anything more, do you? " he asked pointedly. "You don't want any dread- ful, custardy dessert, or anything like that? ,\Ve're going shopping." Outside the restaurant he took her arm and steered her toward Fifth Avenue. "She's size twelve," he murmured in the crowded elevator of the first de- pártment store they came to. The beady eye of a baum marten was between Nora and him, and one vast plastic ear- ring and a wall of perfume. She lifted her eyebrows and nodded. It filled her with a warm, benevolent, amused feel- p ing to be reminded that Inen still had '-' the time and inclination to fall In love with size twelves. A voiding the eye of the baum marten, she smIled approval on him. Not that he cares, she thought. His eyes were like the eyes of a child with two degrees of fever. They almost fell out of the elevator 'lnd, with Lewis eighteen inches behind her, Nora led the war across an acre of tan-gray carpeting. "I knew you'd know your way," he said, sighing with relie f. "You don't want transparent black, do you?" Nora asked. "Or do you? Black chiffon?" "God, no!" "That's what I thought. Not black 1 " h "I " ace, eIt er r His denial was again violent, but she knew from the look in his eye that neither was he thinking of white. "A really beautiful nightgown, please," she said to the saleswoman be- hind a counter. "Not white. Not black." A high tide of really beautiful night- gowns washed up out of boxes onto the counter-pink, pale pink, pinkish white, pale blue, aquamarine, yellow like the Martinis. "No lace," Nora said firmly, as she would have said if she had been alone, '1nd then remembered to turn h " " A I . 1 "\ " to 1m. m rIg 1tr " N 1 " 1 " d o ace, 1e sal , and added in an un convincingly uncon- cern.ed murmur, "}3ut kind of filmy." She thought, I was so flattered at his asking me to shop with him that I never thought to find out first exactly what was in his mind. Now, with the sales- woman eying them nar- rowly, holding a pale- blue nightgown up as if she thought it was too good for them, Nora knew that she was at a loss. She looked doubtfully from him to the clerk, and back again. "None of these are the color I want," he said at last. "There's a color. . . \Vell, there used to be a low-growing- '-' kind of phlox in m) grandmother's gar- den that was the color I mean. Pinkish- tannish. She's dark," he added, as if that eXplained everything. There was a mo- ment of complete silence, a little VaCUUlTI in time, as if they had all three blacked out. Then Lewis fetched a sigh. "It was '. r, . .>